"By the way, there's something I need to tell you." Tree Spirit suddenly stopped talking in a casual tone after talking for a long time.
"I've told Rein about your theory about the door, and he agrees. Rhine also agrees with your idea. He plans to enter the central passage within the next two days to check if the owner of the leather shoes who appeared in the passage is still there. " Tree Spirit paused for a moment before continuing, "If he's not, I'll contact you right away. You can go and check if the door is as you think."
"Sure." Angor nodded.
"Just like how you fixed the runes on the door, you should make some preparations in advance to avoid any unexpected problems. Behind the door is the real ruin, after all. The longer you stay there, the greater the risk. "
"I understand," Angor said seriously.
"Good. Now that you're in the Dark Alley, I won't bother you anymore. And... "Tree Spirit paused and sighed." Leona brought Fiery Charm to me again. "
Leona must be here to ask Tree Spirit to open up the space inside the ruin again.
Angor could only sympathize with her. Just hang on for a few more days. Once I tell her about the dream wasteland, you'll be free.
The Dark Alley
Unlike the bright streets of the underground market, the Dark Alleys were mostly dark alleys, which were filled with evil and chaos. Every now and then, Angor would smell something rotten.
Even though the streets looked clean and smooth, the new mud covering the old ground told him how much blood and filth were hidden under the ground.
The managers of the underground market knew about the dark activities in the Dark Alleys, but no one suggested to clean them up.
Although the Dark Alleys were filled with evil and chaos, they also had the most developed and free information center. The reason was simple. A large number of spies and pawns sent by other wizard organizations were hiding in the Dark Alley. With the help of these spies, most of the intelligence agencies in the southern wizarding region gathered in the Dark Alleys.
In the eyes of the managers, it was better to give the spies a place to work together than to scatter into the vast ocean. Apart from the lack of information, this was also one of the reasons why they didn't bother to clean up the Dark Alleys.
Because the Dark Alley had the most information gathering, it was also the favorite place for some adventurers.
He was heading to a bar where adventurers gathered.
He stopped in front of a wall covered in moss and dirt and gently tapped on a bird pattern on the wall. A small wooden door hidden behind an illusion appeared on the wall.
On the wooden door, there were two panels that could be opened and closed from the inside out. Both panels had words written on them, and together, they read: Night at Swan Lake.
Swan Lake Night was the name of the bar.
When he stepped through the door, the cold and gloomy air outside was instantly washed away. He was greeted by a wave of hot air mixed with the rich aroma of wheat wine, accompanied by loud noises.
The bar was almost full of people. Most of the tables were already in a drunken state, and because of this, the noise was incessant.
A clerk dressed as a maid was shuttling back and forth in the shop with a tray of new wine. It added a bit of gentleness to this masculine bar.
The bar was lively. Everyone was talking to each other, so no one noticed Angor's arrival.
Angor walked along a long, exotic carpet and past the narrow tables. When Angor sat down at the bar counter, the bartender with short gray curly hair looked up.
The bartender studied Angor discreetly while showing a lazy smile on his face. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"I'm looking for someone." Angor did not bother with pleasantries.
"Who are you looking for?" The bartender chuckled and narrowed his eyes. "I hope you're looking for a living person."
Angor raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"
"If you're looking for a living person, we can find him quickly and at a lower price. But if you're looking for a dead person … it's going to be very troublesome. There are too many dead people in the Dark Alley. Who knows where they're buried?" "Unfortunately, those who come to the dark alleys to look for people are usually looking for dead people," the bartender said as he rinsed the wine in his glass.
Angor chuckled. "I'm looking for a living person. Let me see where he is."
Before the bartender could understand what Angor meant, a powerful wave of perception covered the entire bar.
The perception did not affect the drunken people around. However, the bartender in front of Angor felt great pressure. Sweat dripped down his forehead as if he was facing a towering mountain.
At this point, how could the bartender not understand that the person who came was definitely not an apprentice!
The bartender swallowed his saliva. Although the bar had served many official Magi before, those Magi were all famous. Even with his experience, he had never seen this red-haired, golden-eyed middle-aged man before.
Facing an unfamiliar official Magus would bring about uncertainty. And uncertain factors were very likely to bring danger to the bar.
The bartender was prepared to calm the stranger down no matter what he said.
To his surprise, the stranger quickly withdrew his perception and said, "The third last room on the right of the second floor. I'm going in."
The bartender quickly recalled the information about the rooms on the second floor. He remembered that the guest in the third last room on the right of the second floor was a small person. Literally, a small person.
"You …" The bartender was thinking about what was going on behind the scenes, whether it would trigger a chain effect, and whether there would be any consequences for the bar.
Angor interrupted his train of thought. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in this bar."
The bartender smiled awkwardly. "This way, please. I'll take you there now. "
Angor nodded and followed the bartender to the second floor.
Of course, Angor could break in directly. However, he heard from Tree Spirit that the owner of this bar was "Rosa Konoha" Yethaway.
Since Tree Spirit had a crush on Yethaway, Angor did not want to offend her, so he did not force his way in.
The bartender led Angor to a room labeled 215. "Do you need me to open it for you, sir?"
Angor shook his head. "No need."
Angor signaled the bartender to leave and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door was opened. There was no one behind the door. Angor looked down and saw a small person about the height of a bowl looking up at him with a puzzled expression.
"You're the invigilator of Tiger Armor?"
Kudodo took Angor's silence as a yes. He politely opened the door and let Angor in.
"I've learned Heal, Mana QQ, and Grease Cantrip. I also have some talents from my race. I can act as a scout. But I'll have to pay a higher price because it'll be more dangerous …" Kudodo explained his talents as he led Angor into the room.
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The red-haired man was standing at the door. Suddenly, water ripples appeared behind him.
Then, with the red-haired man as the center, the surrounding environment began to change slowly. It was as if a new layer of space had appeared, superimposing and covering the original space.
In the blink of an eye, the originally narrow and old room changed into another appearance.
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